By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…
by Don Mager Don’t stop looking just to take sides with the wriggling cricket. You see victim then. Look simply. This thread is a line taking a slow walk around itself to view every side. It sees angles and arcs. It sees interstices. Its eloquence wavers in the light. Its journey forth and…